Ghost Blowing Lantern II

It is said that after a person dies, he immediately lays his head and feet upside down in the earth naked, which can suffocate the soul of the deceased and prevent him from reincarnation forever. When Huang Pizi comes in the evening and sees that the deceased is willing to do this, he will no longer pursue his descendants. This is Even if the debt is written off, there are three types of unfilial piety since ancient times, and having no offspring is the biggest. In order to continue the incense, Lao Yangpi will do whatever he can to protect his descendants, otherwise once Wong Tai Sin comes to visit, the descendants of the Yang family will definitely There is no way to survive. Not only will Huangpizi lose everything at home, but if there is a decline in prosperity and a decline in prosperity, Huangpizi will have to hang himself with Xiaohuangpizi...

After Lao Yangpi said this, he and his son hugged each other and cried. They felt so sad about parting from life and death. We had never heard of such evil things. My grandfather had been dealing with Feng Shui tombs all his life, and he could recite the "Burial Sutra" by heart. But I I didn't even hear him mention this weird custom of "burying naked corpses upside down in a hole eight feet deep", but Lao Yangpi said it seriously. It seemed that the situation had reached a very serious and uncontrollable point. We were temporarily Don't know what to do.

Fatty, Ding Sitian and I discussed it on the side. First of all, we are atheists. Even if the old weasel can harm people, it cannot have supernatural powers that can reach heaven and earth. We don't believe that people have souls after death. After being reincarnated, I felt that I should stop Lao Yangpi's irrational behavior. If he were to die and be buried at home for seven days and nights before being dug up, it wouldn't even be easy to issue a death certificate.

But then we considered that Lao Yangpi’s family firmly believed in this. If we objected, Lao Yangpi would really have a problem today. After all, we are outsiders, so this responsibility is too great. We might as well agree to him temporarily so that he can Rest in peace and recover, and then quickly go to Qili to ask a doctor to diagnose and treat his condition. This is a delaying strategy. Although it is not good to lie to people, there is no problem with the motive.

So we all expressed in unison that we agreed to Lao Yangpi's last wish, so that he could rest assured that everything would be done according to his instructions. Unexpectedly, Lao Yangpi forced everyone to swear. In desperation, we had no choice but to face him and keep swearing. I swear, while saying in my heart: "It doesn't count, it doesn't count, it doesn't count..."

I wanted to find an opportunity to sneak out and go to Qili to find a doctor, but Lao Yangpi kept a close eye on us, telling us all the details after his death over and over again, until he confirmed that everyone had understood and remembered them, and suddenly his eyes changed. Turn over, kick your legs and breathe out.

Lao Yangpi died so suddenly that no one could react for a moment. When they realized what had happened, they found that there was no way to save him and no one could save him. Everyone was so sad that they could only cry loudly and cry. It took a long time before Lao Yangpi's son asked us educated youths to help arrange the funeral arrangements, and everything would be handled according to Lao Yangpi's last words.

This put the three of us in a dilemma. We originally wanted to delay going to a doctor to treat Lao Yangpi, but he left without any warning. For the first time, we felt the impermanence of human life. , and had no choice but to act according to his last words. After all, death is the most important thing. This is also a kind of respect for the wishes of the deceased.

The fat man and I endured our grief and dug a grave under the yurt. The rest was to undress the body and bury it. It was not suitable for outsiders to be present. We three educated youths waited outside the yurt. Lao Yangpi’s son buried his father. After that, the yurt was sealed tightly and not announced to the outside world.

The pastoral area is sparsely populated, and few outsiders come. Except for the three of us educated youths, plus Lao Yangpi’s son and daughter-in-law, no one else knows about this matter. We can only wait for seven days and wait for seven days before officially restraining ourselves. The remains of old sheepskin.

Fatty, Ding Sitian and I felt very heavy. The poor and lower-middle peasant Lao Yangpi, who had been living with us day and night for the past few days, actually left at the last minute. How could a person go from birth to death so easily? The suddenness of the incident was a bit unacceptable. Sitting on a grass hill not far from the yurt, looking at the endless grassland, my heart felt empty, as if something had been cut away with a knife. Ding Sitian even cried. She became a tearful person, and her eyes looked like rotten peaches.

Fatty and I couldn't persuade her, until Ding Sitian cried so much that she couldn't cry anymore, so she sat silently on the grass hill in a daze. The three of them looked at each other in silence, in a daze, until in the evening, Lao Yangpi's daughter-in-law brought out the meal. They invited everyone to eat, but no one was in the mood to eat or drink. At night, they sat together in another yurt and kept vigil.

We remembered that Lao Yangpi said before his death that there will be yellow skins mourning tonight, and that no matter what strange things happen, we should ignore them. Although this is very unreliable, we still feel a little uneasy in our hearts. No one can be sure whether something will happen at night. Ding Sitian was tired from crying, and fell asleep with crystal tears on her face. Fatty and I sat cross-legged, listening to the goings-on outside with our ears propped up.

The fat man asked me: "Are we a little idealistic? I always feel that it is inappropriate to bury the old sheep like this. His old man must be sick and confused, and his brain is burned out. He is a bamboo player who chants the three tones. ——Every time I think of it, it comes out, but we all have reason, a high degree of class struggle theory and rich practical experience in struggle. Lao Sheeppi is confused, and Lao Hu can’t let us follow him in the same confusion."

I nodded and said: "I can't agree with this method of burying the dead with naked corpses upside down. I have never heard of such a precedent from ancient times to the present. But you have to know that this person died like a lamp going out, no matter how old he is. Did Yangpi tell nonsense before he died? After all, we have shared the joys and sorrows of life and death, and we are considered comrades-in-arms. If we had not agreed to his last wish at that time, I am afraid he would have passed away with deep regrets. This is something we do not want to see. Right?"

The fat man and I discussed it for a while, it was purely a matter of eating the carrot and not worrying about it. Finally, I thought that I should follow Lao Yangpi’s instructions before he died and bury me. This is also the intention of Lao Yangpi’s family. We are not qualified to interfere too much. The soil and water can support one person. Everyone has his or her own way of living. China is such a big place, and there must be many old-fashioned folk customs that we don’t understand. Although in theory, we should criticize such evil ways, some things can still be changed. Anyway, as long as Seven days. After seven days, it will not be too late to hold a memorial service in a normal and formal way. As long as the five of us keep the secret, how will outsiders know? As long as it doesn't spread, it shouldn't be a big problem.

We lamented and cherished the life of Lao Yangpi again, and felt that he lacked a kind of rebellious spirit like the king, general Xiang Ning, and lived a useless life, and had to arrange his own affairs in this way. I don’t know whether this is sad or not. It's pitiful, anyway, it makes people feel bad when they think about it.

We waited until late at night, when suddenly a sad wind blew outside the tent. The whining wind became louder and louder. From time to time, there was a muffled sound of thunder in the sky. Fatty and I's nerves immediately became tense. This movement was not good. , fearing that something was really going to happen, I heard the thunder gradually increase, and the thunder exploded one after another. Ding Sitian was also awakened from her dream by the thunder, wiping the tears on her face, her expression was very panic, I told her He waved his hands to indicate not to worry, as he would not be able to hear if he blocked his ears.

However, there is not much rain on the grassland, and now it is the time of winter famine. This thunder is abnormal. We wanted to wait and see, but the sound of thunder was wrong. It seemed to be surrounding us and hitting us. It was so unbearable that I had to go outside to check. I saw thick black clouds in the sky, and streaks of lightning kept appearing on the yurt where Lao Sheepskin was buried.

When Lao Yangpi's son saw this, he was so frightened that he sat down on the ground. I supported him and asked him what happened. This thunder was too powerful.

Lao Yangpi's son had a clumsy mouth and clumsy cheeks. He squeaked for a long time before he could speak clearly. It turned out that he felt that it was inappropriate to take off Lao Yangpi and bury him in the ground. This was not the way of the son of man and was too unfilial. How could you treat your own father like this? If this matter were to be spread in the future, he would never be able to hold his head high as a human being, so he thought of a compromise, wrapping the body with a layer of white silk, and then buried it in a hole with his head and feet planted upside down. This was because he didn't listen. The old man's instructions caused trouble.

The fat man and I looked at each other and thought it was strange. What's the big deal about wrapping the body in white silk? It wouldn't cause such a big thunderstorm. Besides, looking at the thunder and lightning, could it be that it was about to hit something?

Everyone asked me what to do now. If the lightning strikes continue like this, something will definitely happen, but this matter is beyond the scope of what I know and heard. I don’t know what to do. But the fat man came up with an idea and said: "Isn’t it old?" The sheepskin monster's son refuses to obey. This is a wake-up call for us. Otherwise, we should quickly dig up the soil again and remove the white silk wrapping the body. Anyway, let's give it a try, just in case it works."

Lao Yangpi's son is the least assertive and has very soft ears. After hearing what the fat man said, he slapped himself repeatedly. He must have failed to follow his last words. The slightest mistake was a huge difference. I don't know if it is still too late to make amends now. , but there is no other way. Now we can only go to the yurt and dig out the body.

We risked being struck by thunder and hurriedly picked up the shovel to dig the grave that had just been buried that afternoon. Halfway through the digging, the thunder weakened, but it still made dull rumbles in the clouds from time to time. When they looked at the buried soil, everyone was shocked. Was it old sheepskin or yellow leather buried in this grave?

There were muffled thunders over the grassland. Lao Yangpi's son took me and the fat man to dig out Lao Yangpi's body again. The hole was eight feet deep. It was quite exhausting to dig it up again, but it was like a death rush. Under the burst of thunder, we did not dare to delay for a moment. Without much effort, a layer of white silk was exposed in the pit.

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